A Hellish Forever
Chapter 1: The Beginning
For the Loud family, it had always been believed that they could get through every struggle. Every Luck incident. Every Secret Santa.
It was also believed that nothing could ever happen to them. That no matter what, the siblings of the number 11 would be together forever.
But sometimes, Fate has other plans.
December 2nd, 2020 was to have been the beginning of a good day for Lincoln Loud. A socially distanced day of fun at the park with his friends Clyde, Girl Jordan, and Liam. Of course, Lincoln would be wearing a mask.
Tragedy would strike like a hammer to a nail on the way there.
As Lincoln got ready to go, he was hugged by all his sisters. The sisters knew that even though Lincoln was a safe kid, Masks did not fully protect against the Pandemic-Inducing Coronavirus. So as Lincoln left with a wave and his trademark goofy smile, Lana said a silent prayer.
About 5 minutes would pass as Lincoln headed to the park. His thoughts focused on Girl Jordan. Crushes had not been kind to him. Roonie Anne had moved to Great Lakes City about a year prior. Oh, how he missed her. Of course, it did not help that Lori and Bobby had broken up.
It needs to be said that Lincoln could not have avoided the fate he received that day. Lincoln was about to cross the street to the block that encompassed the park when a Red SUV that encompassed a drunk driver swerved and headed for him.
Clyde and Girl Jordan were sitting on a swing set at the park entrance waiting when Girl Jordon let out a horrific scream. The body of Lincoln was heading straight for them, having been hit head on by the impaired driver. Lincoln would tumble over and over as he hit the soft park grass.
When he turned over onto his back, Clyde and Girl Jordan rushed over to his side. Lincolns eyes were closed, his nose busted from the impact of hitting the ground. His shirt was a mess of grass blades and dirt. To boot, his body was mangled.
Girl Jordan kneeled, in complete shock. "L-Lincoln?', she said in a voice barely above a whisper. She reached over and touched his chest, hoping. Had the spirits watching them giving him a reprieve of unconsciousness?
After several seconds, Clyde too knelt. A 6-year friendship... was it taken away?
Not too far away at the Loud House, Lori had walked into the kitchen, craving a turkey sandwich. That was, until her world was rocked to its core by the most horrific scream she had ever heard. The scream came from Girl Jordan.
Lincoln had been taken away. Lincoln Loud, 11 years old, was dead.
At about 9:30 that evening, the Loud Sisters had gathered in Loris room, a wave of emotions on all of them. The funeral would be that Saturday. Rita and Lynn Sr. had left the house to go get a bunch of ice cream, knowing their daughters needed it.
In every person is good and bad. An Angel and Devil will succeed in pulling them to their side, though that never remains before they are pulled to the other. Lori, almost sensing a duty of purpose, was hugging the twins Lana and Lola tightly as they sobbed into her shoulders.
Luan was hugging Lucy tightly. Luna was snuggling Lilly, who had finally fallen asleep after weeping for her "Wincoln" for many hours. Lisa was sitting by Leni, half asleep. And Lynn was staring out the window, wanting her brother back. How she felt such sorrow! All the times she had straight up bullied her brother... she could not say sorry enough now.
A few minutes passed that almost seemed to go by slowly. Lynn had been joined at the window by Lana, who offered her a hug, feeling Lynn needed one. Lynn happily gave her one. Lynn would turn around then, as Lori cleared her throat.
"Luna, do you have his eulogy. w-written?", she asked, horrified by being able to finish that sentence. It was something she never wanted to say about her sisters and brother.
Luna nodded, holding up a notebook next to her on Leni's bed." Want me to read it, Sis?"
Lori nodded, believing it would be good, as Luna, with her incredible talent, had certainly cooked up something special. She also wanted to get his sisters' mind off of things, if only for a moment.
After about 5 minutes, Luna got to the final part. A part that drew all 10 0f them into Loris bed.
"We made our mistakes by Lincoln. Our times where we like a cold November Rain to him, you know? But we choose to remember the good times. The times where Lincoln could even be telling us a plan of his, and we were digging it. We love you Lincoln."
Rita and Lynn Sr. would return home to see no lights on in the downstairs section of the house. Setting the dessert on the table, they crept upstairs. Approaching the room of their oldest, a small smile adorned their faces.
The 10 had fallen asleep all holding each other.
9:00 that morning
Lincoln awoke with a groan, stretching on top of a section of sidewalk. He would look around to see a red sky with a pentagram surrounding it.. Across the street, a woman smoked what appeared to be a Cigarette. Her appearance confused Lincoln. She was red colored, with a scantily clad dress on her. On top of that, she appeared to give him a seductive smile.
Lincoln's eyes widened in horror. He would not have called himself a boy of faith. An agnostic like Luan would be proper. But... he was in Hell? He began to shake nervously. Was he meant to burn?
Not taking care to look both ways, the woman made her way to him, flipping off a car that nearly ran her over. She giggled as the young Lincoln took a step back from her. She was a curvy Brunette, and a prostitute.
"Heya cutie", she cooed, leaning in a fashion where her cleavage was on display. "You must be scared. Why don't you let me give you a massage?". She winked.
Lincoln was confused. A massage? That... would not be so bad, right?
Not taking no for an answer, the woman grabbed him by the small of his back and buried his face in her chest. Lincoln squirmed and flailed as the woman giggled evilly. She always had fun with the newcomers.
However, just as she was about to see what his body was like, a loud "Hey Pendahoe!" rung out behind her. Dropping Lincoln, the woman turned around angrily to see a spear pointed at her throat. "Get the fuck out of here", the voice growled.
The woman scoffed. "And what are you going to do about it?", she said, staring at the swearer. The swearer tightened her weapon as if she was ready to spear fish.
The prostitute would have fought if not for a hot looking female demon that grabbed her attention. She ducked down and ran off.
Until that moment, Lincoln had been confused. He knew from Roonie what a Pendahoe was. But who was that woman talking to? His answer became clear as a gray demon of about 21 looked down at him with concern. She had an eye patch with an X mark on her left eye. She looked about 5 inches taller.
"Are you okay?", she would ask, helping the boy up off the sidewalk.
"W-who are you?", Lincoln asked curiously. The Hispanic demon gave a small smile as she pulled out her phone. "My names Vaggie. Can you hang tight for a moment?"
Confused, Lincoln nodded. A demon was helping him? Wouldn't she want to take his soul? He cautiously stepped away from the taller girl, unsure of trusting her.
Vaggie put the phone to her ear as she reached into her pocket. Fishing around, she pulled out a granola bar and offered it to Lincoln. Vaggie gave him the "Go on" gesture.
Lincoln experimentally took a bite... and loved it. He scarfed it down as he waited for Vaggie to make her call. After a few seconds, Vaggie said thus:
"Charlie, can you come down to New Street? I have to show you something."
AN: Whoo! I have had this story in my head since October and I am now ready to begin. I hope you guys enjoyed this first of 12 chapters. Leave a review if you can and see you next time!
